Amara's POV
Something about the way I looked at Benedict must have gotten under his skin—I watched goosebumps crawl up his arms.
He opened his mouth like he wanted to probe deeper, but I was already walking away.
Ten minutes later, his phone probably buzzed with that email from Cythera Global Biotech Science Center.
The message would spell it out clearly: project leak, his involvement flagged, review committee stepping in. Suspension pending investigation.
I could picture his eyes going wide, reading it twice to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Same result both times.
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Dominic's POV
The overnight chaos at the nursing home left me drained, but I was conscious again.
Quentin hovered beside me, wound tight with worry. "Talk to me—what happened? Someone broke in last night?"
The blood-soaked sheets probably told him I'd been in agony during the seizure, maybe hurt myself thrashing around.
